| 作曲 : Joan Baez | |
| Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter | |
| Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name | |
| Busted on a drunken charge | |
| Driving someone else's car | |
| The local midnight sheriff's claim to fame | |
| In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how | |
| Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded | |
| Knowing they'd remain the boss | |
| Knowing he would pay the cost | |
| They saw he was severely reprimanded | |
| In the blackest cell on A Block | |
| He hanged himself at dawn | |
| With a note stuck to the bunk head | |
| Don't mess with me, just take me home | |
| Come and lay, help us lay | |
| young Billy down | |
| Luna was a Mexican the law calls an alien | |
| For coming across the border with a baby and a wife | |
| Though the clothes upon his back were wet | |
| Still he thought that he could get | |
| Some money and things to start a life | |
| It hadn't been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong | |
| Didn't even have the time to find themselves a home | |
| This foreigner, a brown-skin male | |
| Thrown inside a Texas jail | |
| It left the wife and baby quite alone | |
| He eased the pain inside him | |
| With a needle in his arm | |
| But the dope just crucified him | |
| He died to no one's great alarm | |
| Come and lay, help us lay | |
| Poor Luna down | |
| And we'll raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground | |
| Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive | |
| And leave the joint and walk the streets again | |
| As the time he was to leave drew near | |
| He suffered all the joy and fear | |
| Of leaving 35 years in the pen | |
| And on the day of his release he was approached by the police | |
| Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side | |
| The warden said You won't remain here | |
| But it seems a state retainer | |
| Claims another 10 years of your life. | |
| He stepped out in the Texas sunlight | |
| The cops all stood around | |
| Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards | |
| Then threw himself down on the ground | |
| They might as well just have laid | |
| The old man down | |
| And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground | |
| Help us raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground |
| zuo qu : Joan Baez | |
| Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter | |
| Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name | |
| Busted on a drunken charge | |
| Driving someone else' s car | |
| The local midnight sheriff' s claim to fame | |
| In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how | |
| Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded | |
| Knowing they' d remain the boss | |
| Knowing he would pay the cost | |
| They saw he was severely reprimanded | |
| In the blackest cell on A Block | |
| He hanged himself at dawn | |
| With a note stuck to the bunk head | |
| Don' t mess with me, just take me home | |
| Come and lay, help us lay | |
| young Billy down | |
| Luna was a Mexican the law calls an alien | |
| For coming across the border with a baby and a wife | |
| Though the clothes upon his back were wet | |
| Still he thought that he could get | |
| Some money and things to start a life | |
| It hadn' t been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong | |
| Didn' t even have the time to find themselves a home | |
| This foreigner, a brownskin male | |
| Thrown inside a Texas jail | |
| It left the wife and baby quite alone | |
| He eased the pain inside him | |
| With a needle in his arm | |
| But the dope just crucified him | |
| He died to no one' s great alarm | |
| Come and lay, help us lay | |
| Poor Luna down | |
| And we' ll raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground | |
| Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive | |
| And leave the joint and walk the streets again | |
| As the time he was to leave drew near | |
| He suffered all the joy and fear | |
| Of leaving 35 years in the pen | |
| And on the day of his release he was approached by the police | |
| Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side | |
| The warden said You won' t remain here | |
| But it seems a state retainer | |
| Claims another 10 years of your life. | |
| He stepped out in the Texas sunlight | |
| The cops all stood around | |
| Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards | |
| Then threw himself down on the ground | |
| They might as well just have laid | |
| The old man down | |
| And we' re gonna raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground | |
| Help us raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground |
| zuò qǔ : Joan Baez | |
| Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter | |
| Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name | |
| Busted on a drunken charge | |
| Driving someone else' s car | |
| The local midnight sheriff' s claim to fame | |
| In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how | |
| Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded | |
| Knowing they' d remain the boss | |
| Knowing he would pay the cost | |
| They saw he was severely reprimanded | |
| In the blackest cell on A Block | |
| He hanged himself at dawn | |
| With a note stuck to the bunk head | |
| Don' t mess with me, just take me home | |
| Come and lay, help us lay | |
| young Billy down | |
| Luna was a Mexican the law calls an alien | |
| For coming across the border with a baby and a wife | |
| Though the clothes upon his back were wet | |
| Still he thought that he could get | |
| Some money and things to start a life | |
| It hadn' t been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong | |
| Didn' t even have the time to find themselves a home | |
| This foreigner, a brownskin male | |
| Thrown inside a Texas jail | |
| It left the wife and baby quite alone | |
| He eased the pain inside him | |
| With a needle in his arm | |
| But the dope just crucified him | |
| He died to no one' s great alarm | |
| Come and lay, help us lay | |
| Poor Luna down | |
| And we' ll raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground | |
| Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive | |
| And leave the joint and walk the streets again | |
| As the time he was to leave drew near | |
| He suffered all the joy and fear | |
| Of leaving 35 years in the pen | |
| And on the day of his release he was approached by the police | |
| Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side | |
| The warden said You won' t remain here | |
| But it seems a state retainer | |
| Claims another 10 years of your life. | |
| He stepped out in the Texas sunlight | |
| The cops all stood around | |
| Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards | |
| Then threw himself down on the ground | |
| They might as well just have laid | |
| The old man down | |
| And we' re gonna raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground | |
| Help us raze, raze the prisons | |
| To the ground |
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